Page 10 of His Starr Player

The sound of Marcus’s voice elicited memories from our all-night encounter. Visions of his face between my legs plagued my mind. I cleared my throat and tried to keep calm.

“Talking about you,” Najah stated.

“What y’all talking about?”

“Nothing. I didn’t know you’d be here today,” I commented.

He nodded. “Yeah. I dropped this big head off and decided to use the team gym.”

“Did you have a good workout?” I asked.

“I did. It was leg day, so I’m a bit sore.”

“I’m glad you give your entire body attention. There are some dudes who are all top heavy and walk around here looking like Johnny Bravo.”

We all laughed at the visual. Marcus grabbed Najah’s bottle of Gatorade from her bag and waterfalled the drink into his mouth.

“Excuse you.” She gave him a stank face while reaching for her bottle.

“You’re excused.” He pushed her away as he finished her drink. He held the empty bottle out for her, but she rolled her eyes and lifted her middle fingers toward him.

I giggled. “Aww. Y’all are so cute. I always wanted siblings.”

“Girl, you can have my brother.” Marnajah rolled her eyes playfully.

I looked at Marcus and grinned. I hope my true arousal wasn’t present in the moment. “Can I have you?” I asked innocently.

He claimed a seat and adjusted his backpack from off his shoulder to his lap. He cleared his throat as our gazes locked. It was like he knew my intentions weren’t so pure. My words may have been innocent, but my mind was in the gutter. It was like he felt the same way.

“You can have me.”

Najah looked at the both of us and smirked. “Oop.”

I walked over to Marcus and grinned. “In what way can I have you?”

He licked his lips. “Well?—”

“—Aht. Before y’all continue this conversation… give me the keys so I can excuse myself from witnessing anything that will scar me for life.”

I giggled as Marcus dug into his pocket and pulled out the key fob. He tossed it to her, and she all but bolted out of the area. I shook my head.

“We’re not even that bad.”

“Right.” Marcus agreed.

“Let me see your phone,” I demanded.

He grabbed the phone from out of his backpack and held it out to me. “Here you go.”

“No questions asked?”

He chuckled. “We’re not dating. I also have nothing to hide.”

“I know that’s right. I just wanted to see if the image I remember seeing the other night is actually what’s on your wallpaper.” I looked at the screen and nodded when I saw the anime scene on his screen.

“You watch anime for real, or you just think this would make a nice background picture?”

My question amused him. He sat up straighter. “I watch it for real. I love it, actually. I prefer anime over most shit on television right now.”

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